With
a heavy heart, I took the train after packing my backpack the best I
could, forfeiting what was left of the ‘family’ my real parents
tried to leave behind for us. Through the window I watch, as it all
fades away. I’m sure that I could think of some good memories from
the past to weep about a few days ago, but now it’s just an
unending blackness composed of pain, sorrows, and failure. What
little good was left now has a black shadow cast over it by the
impending doom that came later, and in the back of my head rattled
premonitions of a better future that never was, or will be.
Because
I might have killed that future.
Never did I imagine that
thinking of my past would be quite this sickening, and never in my
life would I have imagined actually leaving this place, let alone
finding this much cold comfort in it. Yet, here I am. I take a seat,
alone, one girl with a pair of swords, just another stranger in the
crowd. I burned all the bridges already, but there’s one choice
left: Should I acknowledge my heritage?
No. I need to
leave my past behind, all
of it. Today, I’m nobody; just another ghost riding along the wind,
waiting, yearning for a new haunt.
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